I have to be committed. Now don't get scared. I mean that I have to be committed to putting that first word down on paper. There is a story somewhere floating around in the unspoken parts of this frazzled brain of mine. Why can't I force myself into this much needed commitment for my restless creative spirit? I need a push. Will you guys gently push me that way? Maybe all it takes at first is 10 minutes a day. Me and a notebook staring out the window.
I'm sure something will start percolating. I'm usually a "dive head first" kind of girl. My routine life (which I love in many ways) is keeping my pencil away. Finding the time and energy is necessary for me. The creative within is getting antsy. I better let her show her stuff.
My assignment for today: Think of a few good opening lines. Start small; think big.
I wrote this post while there was a brewing battle 20 feet from me. Deep breath Kel. Time for me to get creative and redirect their battling energy. It's going to be a long winter, I fear. Maybe we'll just have to unleash all this kid energy by running around outside. Mama calories can be burned too!